Jeff Blackman

Month: April 2017

  • NPM #15 (Ctrl-T)

    Take me away or better yet wait. Forget it.

  • NPM #14 (April 19)

    Whole walks home eyes honing on hairlines receding temples, and asking myself what constitutes a cover-up? Am I implicit in a comb-over, split from the middle? The date I knew, your Honour, was either April 13 or 14. Realize I rarely bestow sirs on anyone —an, I guess, I guess I give to defer. Given…

  • NPM 13 (Nested IFs)

    I check the weekly forecast before leaving home. I explain this to my therapist. I mention this will likely wind up in a poem and then you read this.

  • NPM #12 (Open up)

    Point to your face. To your content. To your sponsored content & ad space. Describe your privacy settings as a family gathering. What is stacked upon the dryer? Who is upstairs for a lie-down? Your friend and you are catching up when they ask you for your ticket. You still mad about the fees? What…

  • NPM 11 (Prayer?)

    If there is a technospheric layer stuffed under the Earth’s crust G-d let there be a techno-drone rippling out from Earth Delight in an alien on their solar sail yacht hearing your mum say she loves you bug.